General Qin

The tempting smell of meat turns into white air and floats into the nose, arousing the most primitive desire in the body.

"He is Tuo, he is Tuo!"

Heng yelled, pointed at Zhao Tuo with a finger, his eyes were almost shining when he stared at the chicken.

"This is a gift from your country's envoy."

Father Ting handed the bowl to Zhao Tuo and told him to take the bowl back to the chef after eating the chicken.

The Qin law is strict and meticulous, even the lowest pavilions and post houses must have strict records for the quantity of each utensil, and if they are lost without reason, they will be punished.

Zhao Tuo hurriedly nodded his thanks.

After taking the pottery bowl, the hot air spread all over the body along the palm of his hand.

"Tuo! That envoy appreciated you so much. He not only let you be his servant, but also gave you meat. You are really capable. If you follow him, you will definitely have a bright future. A high official."

His face was full of admiration, and he couldn't help swallowing.

Zhao Tuo smiled helplessly.

Is Jing Ke showing kindness?

After the night in Handan, Zhao Tuo vaguely guessed Jing Ke's plan.

But so what if he guessed it, Zhao Tuo is now just a small chariot driver, in front of Jing Ke, he has no strength to resist.

Since you can't resist, then enjoy it.

Zhao Tuo took a piece of chicken from the bowl and handed it to Heng.

"Tuo, you... you really feed me?"

He gulped down his saliva.

Zhao Tuo smiled, patted Heng on the shoulder and said, "My brother, you and I should share a meal of meat. Hurry up and eat it while it's hot to warm your stomach."

Zhao Tuo stuffed the chicken into Heng's hand.

Chewing the chicken that was still warm, feeling the delicious taste in his mouth, tears rolled down involuntarily.

His father died on the battlefield of Qin and Zhao many years ago, leaving only orphans and widows begging for food among the villagers.

Although there are occasional sponsorships from clan relatives, everyone is a commoner, and it is a luxury to be able to eat a bite of food on weekdays, let alone let him taste the meat.

The favor of a meal should be repaid with life.

Make up your mind.

Zhao Tuo stretched out his fingers to hold a piece of chicken, shook it in front of him, and smiled at Qi Yang who hadn't recovered from his composure: "Mr. Qi, how does my chicken piece compare to the meat in your bowl?"

Staring at the steaming chicken nuggets dripping with fresh soup in Zhao Tuo's hand, Qi Yang felt that the meat in his mouth had no taste.

Meat is a small matter.

More importantly, it came from Jing Qing's favor.

"Jing Qing lost her sight... lost her sight..."

Qi Yang muttered in his mouth, and left in a daze.

...

"Jing Qing, what ability does that Zhuzi have that deserves your attention?"

Qin Wuyang's voice was cold, and he stared intently at Jing Ke who was opposite the wooden case.

In the house with flickering lights, Jing Ke and Qin Wuyang sat kneeling opposite each other.

There is a wooden table in front of each of them, on which there are copper beans for meat and sauce, ear cups filled with soup, goblets for wine, boxes for rice, chopsticks and daggers for eating.

With Jing Ke's status as the Shangqing of the Yan Kingdom, he was qualified to use the tripod to eat, but this small pavilion did not prepare higher-standard utensils, so he could only use it as he pleased.

Jing Ke didn't care. Although he loved reading and wanted to be a good minister who lobbied the king and the prime minister, he was also a knight-errant who could sing and drink with people in the downtown area.

Jing Ke cared about eating and drinking freely without paying attention to Qin Wuyang's words.

Qin Wuyang narrowed his eyes.

"That stick is not a good thing at first glance, and it will be a disaster to keep it sooner or later."

Boom.

The copper goblet was thrown on the table, and the wine flowed down the wooden table.

Jing Ke looked at Qin Wuyang with his head, smiling but not smiling.

"Oh? It's a disaster, what's the explanation?"

Qin Wuyang was stunned for a moment, but he was stopped by Jing Ke's question.

Since Zhao Tuo joined the team, he has always been cautious in his words and deeds. Even if he was bullied many times by himself, he never retaliated.

Now let him tell how Zhao Tuo did harm, Qin Wuyang couldn't find a reason for a while.

However, Qin Wuyang was also prepared, and after a short pause, he said, "That Zhuzi's manner of speaking is not what a commoner in Qianshou should have. If my prediction is correct, he must be a descendant of Zhao Guogong's family, and he might be wanted by the people of Qin."

"You and I entered the Qin Dynasty this time to do great things. I'm afraid that the identity of Li Zi will cause bad things. It's better to hand him over to the people of Qin, and we can get rid of the relationship."

Jing Ke ridiculed: "Even if he is really the Duke of Zhao, even if he is the son of King Zhao, so what?"

"You don't say it, I don't say it. Could it be that he will say it himself? Although this son does not behave like a commoner, but I am the Shangqing of the Yan Kingdom, and the imperial hand has such insight in conversation. It should not be so. Who would take offense at this suspicion?"

"On the contrary, acting according to what you said will definitely attract the attention of Qin people. His status is nothing more than ordinary. If he is really a relative of Zhao Guogui, do you think Qin people will question how he joined? If someone talks too much, they will The matter of Han Nan is also explained, and it is involved layer by layer, what will happen in the end?"

Jing Ke asked a series of questions, and the words in his mouth turned into sharp arrows, which Qin Wuyang couldn't parry.

Qin Wuyang's face began to turn pale, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"In that case, why not send him..."

Jing Ke reached out to pick up the dagger, put a spoonful of sauce on the millet rice, and lowered his head to eat with chopsticks.

It was as if he had never heard of Qin Wuyang's words.

...

Zhao Tuo had worries in his heart, and he tossed and turned in the tent at night and couldn't sleep, listening to the constant snoring in the tent, it was even more difficult to fall asleep.

Finally, the next day, just after dawn, Zhao Tuo got up and was about to go with He Heng to fetch fodder for the horses.

Unexpectedly, someone stopped him.

"Tuo!"

Zhao Tuo turned around and saw that the person calling him was actually Qi Yang.

Zhao Tuo raised his brows slightly. Qiyang always opened his mouth and shut up "Zhuzi" to him. He never gave him a good face, especially after the conflict last night.

Now that Qi Yang suddenly called his name, there might be something wrong.

Seeing Zhao Tuo turn around, Qi Yang said solemnly: "Mr. Wuyang asked you to meet him in the bamboo forest behind the building."

Qin Wuyang!

Zhao Tuo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"promise."

Seeing Zhao Tuo's back disappearing into the shadow of the building, Qi Yang showed a gloating expression on his face: "Hmph, Tuo, you bastard. Jing Qing lost his eyes, but the gentleman of Wuyang can't make mistakes in judging people. We will make a decision today. I will take good care of you."

He knew that Qin Wuyang had always hated Zhao Tuo, and would reprimand him for nothing on weekdays. Today, Zhao Tuo was specially called into the bamboo forest where there was no one there, and I am afraid that a lesson with sticks would be inevitable.

Especially when thinking of Qin Wuyang's gloomy face, Qi Yang became more and more excited.

He said a lot of bad things about Zhao Tuo in front of Qin Wuyang just now.

At this moment, the sky is about to be bright, and there is a morning breeze blowing by the bamboo forest, bringing a slight chill.

Zhao Tuo stepped into the forest, and there were rotten leaves under his feet.

Qin Wuyang was not seen.

A strange feeling came to my heart.

"Gentleman?"

Zhao Tuo asked aloud.

He was answered by a gust of wind from behind.

It was too late to say, but it was so fast, Zhao Tuo seemed to have noticed it a long time ago, and rushed forward to avoid the attack behind him. At the same time, he rolled along the ground, circled behind a few bamboo plants, and looked back.

Qin Wuyang was standing behind, looking at Zhao Tuo in surprise.

In his hand, he held a short sword.